Zhao Qingheng listened to this remark, and then looked at Ruan Yingtao with an utterly incredulous gaze.
These deskmates being able to get along so well; there seemed to be a reason behind it after all.
This alarm clock really was one bold enough to set it, and another bold enough to pretend not to hear it.
Teacher Yan Kun seemed to be in a good mood today, as if the experience of marking papers the night before had been exceptionally pleasant.
He even looked rather radiant.
"Good morning, everyone," he said.
After so many years, everyone had been trained to respond in unison, and the moment Teacher Yan's words fell, they echoed in chorus, "Good morning, Teacher."
"From the expression on my face this morning, what can you all deduce?" Yan Kun still smiled, his joy hardly concealable.
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This smile undoubtedly gave the students the false impression that perhaps they hadn't done as poorly on the test yesterday as they thought.
